The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

At 3:15 PM, Wang Xiyue and her family arrived at the palace where the birthday banquet was being held.

After obtaining their parents' permission, Wang Xiyue and her brother, carrying the package prepared for Dongfang Yu, strolled along the route they had taken the day before to look for him, since it was indeed a bit too early to visit someone at this hour.

Wang Xiyue was unaware that Dongfang Yu was currently experiencing an unprecedented ordeal.

Dongfang Yu's dilapidated courtyard was already cramped, and now with more than twenty people standing in the open space, it felt even more crowded. He, in his wheelchair, was surrounded in the center like a monkey being teased.

Dongfang Yu coldly looked at the four people leading the group and the bunch of servants behind them in the courtyard.

Leading the group was Ximen Haiqing, the second prince of Xiyue Kingdom and son of the current empress. He was seventeen years old. The empress was from the Ling family and was the eldest daughter of the old marquis.

Standing next to him was eleven-year-old Ximen Haiyun, the fourth prince of Xiyue Kingdom, born to Consort Shu, who was also the legitimate daughter of the Ling family and a sister of the Empress.

Although he had never met the remaining two, their arrogant and domineering attitude was not concealed in the slightest, even in the palace.

One of them looked the oldest and appeared to be composed, but a closer look revealed that his eyes were full of gloom, clearly indicating that he was a hypocritical villain. Such a person was cunning and ruthless.

The other, younger man was timid yet richly dressed, clearly a low-status but wealthy scion of a powerful family.

This display of power confirms that these two individuals have a history of bullying the weak, and they must have powerful families backing them. In the current Western Moon Kingdom, the only family with such immense power and arrogance is probably the Ling family.

The fact that these two appeared with the prince of the Ling family suggests that they are birds of a feather in the Ling family's clutches.

After sizing up the group of menacing strangers, Dongfang Yu was certain that he was in grave danger. Even though he had secretly built up some power to protect himself over the years, this was a foreign royal palace. He was still young and could not expose himself to the world too soon. In such a remote and secluded place, with no one to help him, he could only pray for good fortune.

"You cripple, are you hungry? If you are, go pick some up! Here's a bun for you."

Ling Shuguang threw the meat bun he was feeding the dog away, then raised his chin to signal Dongfang Yu to pick it up and eat it.

The steamed bun was tossed into the air and landed on the open ground in the yard. It rolled a few times on the ground, instantly getting covered in dirt and spilling its filling. Even a dog would probably find it unappetizing, as it was completely inedible.

"Who are you? What gives you the right?" Dongfang Yu shouted angrily, gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly as he tried to control his rage.

He knew that the younger man from the Ling family dared to cause trouble in the palace, which meant he was clearly acting on the orders of someone in a high position. He couldn't let himself be provoked and lose his temper.

The more difficult the times, the more we need to stay calm in order to turn danger into safety.

Dongfang Yu guessed correctly. Ximen Haiqing had instructed Ling Hong to plan this trip in order to gain his father's approval. He wanted his father to see his abilities and to do things that other princes dared not do.

Even though my elder brother is now the crown prince, he was actually born to a concubine and is merely an illegitimate son. Why should he be the crown prince? Is it simply because he was born earlier that he can have the supreme position?

He was not satisfied. He wanted others to see that he was the legitimate son, and he wanted his father to see that he had the courage to be the crown prince and was the rightful heir to the throne.

Ling Hong was already twenty-two years old, the oldest of the four. As the heir of the Ling family, he naturally couldn't leave any faults for others to criticize. Therefore, he had to entrust some unsavory tasks to his half-brother Ling Shuguang. After all, a half-brother was not much different from a servant, and if something went wrong, it was only natural to push him out to take the blame.

Sixteen-year-old Ling Shuguang, the third son of the Ling family, did indeed commit countless acts of oppression against the people under the instigation of Ling Hong. He was not ashamed but rather proud of it. In his view, being valued by his second elder brother, the heir apparent, meant that he had value and indirectly gained a status and treatment similar to that of the legitimate son. He was willing to be used as a pawn.

It can only be said that there is always something hateful about a pitiful person.

While Ling Shuguang was gloating, he didn't realize that he was just someone else's scapegoat, an insignificant sacrifice.

The people standing nearby leisurely enjoyed watching Dongfang Yu's annoyed embarrassment, wondering if he would pick up the buns from the ground and eat them.

Laughter rose and fell, and even servants could act recklessly in front of a prince.

In Ximen Haiqing's view, when faced with a hostage from a small country, they could do whatever they wanted to them, except kill him, and no one would interfere with their teasing and insults. The fact that they dared to bully Dongfang Yu so openly was because they had the tacit support of their father.

On the surface, the Emperor would only say that treating the hostages well would safeguard the interests of both countries. In reality, they all knew that the Emperor was happy to see them act arrogantly in front of a small country. After all, in this era of absolute imperial power, if the Emperor explicitly forbade it, they would not dare to openly disobey and rebel, as that would be a capital offense.

Dongfang Yu understood the same principle they were following: this was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, and whoever was stronger had more say. The fact that they dared to come here and make things difficult for him meant that they had the emperor's tacit approval.

Dongfang Yu wished he could stand up like a normal person and destroy the person he hated in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not feel his legs. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was alive, but useless like a cripple.

Insults and ridicule followed one after another, escalating and showing signs of turning into physical violence.

Dongfang Yu had experienced countless instances of humiliation in Dongyang Kingdom and was already numb to it. Now that he was in Xiyue Kingdom, the methods of humiliation were not much different. As long as his life was not in danger, he didn't care.

It's just a pity that he arranged to meet the girl yesterday. He had been looking forward to seeing her again since they parted yesterday, but now he not only has no expectation for her, he also doesn't want her to show up. He's afraid that the girl will see him in his disheveled state, and he's also afraid that she will be involved and hurt, while he will be powerless to do anything about it.

With the two sides locked in a standoff, the sick, weak, and disabled Dongfang Yu appeared even more vulnerable and powerless.

The situation was clearly divided, with one side having more and the other less, one strong and the other weak. One side was extremely agitated and noisy, while the other side was quiet and indifferent.

Ximen Haiqing looked at Dongfang Yu's expressionless face. He was cold and indifferent to their scolding. He felt that this trivial action had not achieved the result he wanted. He frowned and looked at Ling Hong.

Ling Hong kept a close eye on the Second Prince, so as soon as he received the hint, he gave Ling Shuguang a cold look, urging him to speed up his actions.

Ling Shuguang was born out of wedlock, which made him feel ashamed. He was always afraid of the royal family. Even if it was a deposed prince of a small country, he dared not go too far, lest he be dragged out and beheaded. But in order to curry favor with the crown prince, he could only obey orders and step forward to deal with Dongfang Yu.

He walked forward hesitantly, rolling up his sleeves as he went, ready to shove Dongfang Yu. Although he hadn't practiced martial arts properly, he was more than capable of dealing with the sickly Dongfang Yu.

When faced with verbal humiliation, Dongfang Yu could console himself, ignore it, be indifferent, or become numb. But when faced with physical force, he was powerless to resist. He had no choice but to silently endure it. As the other party's actions became increasingly outrageous, his sense of frustration and inferiority grew stronger.

Ling Shuguang kept wasting time, but after dawdling for so long, he could only walk a few steps. He couldn't wait for any other unexpected events to happen, so he simply put one hand on Dongfang Yu's shoulder and pushed him out.

Instead of falling flat on his back as Ximen Haiqing had expected, Dongfang Yu sat steadily in his wheelchair and spun around twice, though he felt the wheelchair wobbling and tilting a bit.

"Ling Shuguang..." He can't even handle such a small matter? Is he tired of living?

Ximen Qing roared angrily at Ling Shuguang.

Ling Shuguang broke out in a cold sweat. If the prince was not satisfied, he knew he was not far from death. So he rushed forward in a panic, stood behind Dongfang Yu who had just stabilized his wheelchair, and kicked the wheelchair with all his might.

This scene was witnessed by Wang Xiyue and her brother, who had just appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Dongfang Yu and his wheelchair fell straight forward. Dongfang Yu was thrown off the wheelchair and landed heavily on the ground. The wheelchair then fell down and hit his calf again.

Even the usually stoic Dongfang Yu couldn't help but cry out in pain.

At the same time, Wang Xiyue's heart-wrenching screams also rang out.

Wang Xijie was taller and could see more clearly; Dongfang Yu probably injured a bone.

Although Wang Xijie didn't particularly like Dongfang Yu, seeing his sister so angry and distressed, he was determined to help her. So he showed no mercy, throwing heavy punches and kicks at anyone who stood in their way, except for the two princes. As long as he protected his sister, he could handle the rest of the family as long as they weren't killed; his father could deal with them anyway. He already had a long-standing grudge against the Ling family, so this wouldn't make a difference.

After a chaotic exchange of blows, Wang Xiyue finally managed to dodge the person blocking her way, rushed forward to push the wheelchair aside, and then knelt down to check on Dongfang Yu's condition.

"Dongfang Yu, I'm sorry, my brother and I are late. How are you?" Wang Xiyue's usually cold heart was now aching as if it were about to break. She didn't know why her whole body was in so much pain, and she was trembling uncontrollably. She felt anger, fear, and heartache.

"It's okay, Xiyue, don't cry. Anyway, you haven't been able to feel your leg for a long time. If it's broken, it's broken!" Dongfang Yu looked at the little girl who kept crying, with a pained, heartbroken, and self-reproachful expression on her face. Anyone who didn't know better would think that she was the one who caused the injury.

Although his legs are now aching as if being sawed, he is still very happy to see the little girl again.

Looking at Dongfang Yu, whose face was even paler than yesterday, Wang Xiyue forced a smile to comfort herself. She turned to look at Ling Shuguang, who was being held down by her brother, and then at the two princes hiding behind the servants of the Ling family. Meeting the vicious gazes of Ximen Haiqing and Ling Hong, the murderous aura emanating from her grew stronger and stronger, and she seemed unable to suppress it.

At that moment, she felt an urge to destroy the world.